Daemon Targaryen Imagines

Library

Daemon groaned a little feeling frustrated with his studies of valyria from the small library in the Pentos Palace. He was never one for paperwork any matter that couldn't be dealt with by his sword he wasn't much interested in but he had one thing to cheer him up.

Isa sat giggling as usual perched on Daemon's lap, with his hard cock inside her. So he could cock warm her while he worked. Her near-naked body happily giggled away as she snacked on a small muffin from the kitchen.

"Ah, Isa, you're a wicked little thing, aren't you?" Daemon chuckled low in his throat, running a hand through her hair as he shifted slightly moving her hips as he rested inside her, "Mmm, and what's got you so giggly today?"

"cause I get to sit with you," she smiled,

"Does it now?" Daemon's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled nibbling on her ear, "And what exactly does it enjoy about sitting with me?" His hips moved subtly, to push his cock a little deeper inside her,

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into him, her head tilting to one side. "cause I like spending time with you. And .. having you inside to keep me warm and filled." She smiled nibbling on her muffin,

"Mmm, Isa, you're making me feel like the luckiest man in Westeros." Daemon's chest rose and fell with a deep breath, his fingers tightening around her waist as he pulled her closer. "I must admit, I'm rather fond of keeping you warm and filled myself." He chuckled low in his throat, his hips moving in slow, deliberate strokes slowly gaining speed until he was holding her hips and all out pounding her pussy keeping her trapped between his body and his desk. "I want to turn you around, Isa," Daemon whispered, his voice husky with need. "I want to see your face light up when I make you cum." With a gentle nudge, he guided her up with him as he stood keeping himself inside her as he carried her to the couch. Then, with a deft movement, he spun her around to face him,

Isa excitedly giggled kicking her feet as she waited for him.

"Patience, Isa," Daemon chuckled, his fingers trailing down her spine to tease the crevice of her hips. "You know I love teasing you." His cock pressed against her entrance, and with a smooth motion, he slid inside, filling her completely.

"Ughh!" Isa breathed, her legs wrapping around his waist as she arched in pleasure.

Daemon's hands grasped her hips, holding her steady as he began to move within her. "Like this, Isa?" Daemon whispered, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Yes!" she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.

Daemon's fingers dug gently into her flesh as he quickened his pace, his cock thrusting deeper inside her with each passing moment.

Isa's legs trembled, her muscles tensing as she teetered on the brink of orgasm.

"Cum for me, Isa," Daemon growled, his teeth sinking into the curve of her neck as he drove himself deeper.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the primal urge to claim and be claimed. His fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as he rode out the wave of pleasure building inside her. As she reached the peak, Daemon's own release burst forth, spilling its hot seed deep within her.

"Humm must you distract me Isa?" he growled pulling her into a hot and heavy kiss, "Come on. Bed." he demanded forcing her up and towards his chambers.